The courier ship made a slight turn and a couple of minor course corrections before coming to rest at the landing site. Looking out the window, John could see only two structures jutting from the surface. The closest, a cylinder approximately 100 meters high and 200 meters in diameter, housed the elevators and lifts that were used to haul supplies and personnel in and out of the processing base, which was almost all underground. Its honeycombed corridors dug deep into the rocky surface below the ice and slush.
On the horizon a little farther away, was another structure that looked smaller to John than the entry cylinder, but was actually much larger. It was a gigantic square structure that housed a Wigner-Hanstrudt phased engine launcher used to deliver new Narcalins to Jupiter. John wondered what it would be like to be a Narcalin and have to ride down to Jupiter's surface in nothing more than a shell of titanium with a couple of basic reaction type engines. It was supposed to be a one way trip, but as he looked over at Peter, he now knew this wasn't true.
Once they disembarked from the ship and were safely inside, John turned to Peter. "Okay, Peter, we're here. Now what?"
"We wait. He'll be coming soon."
John knew better than to ask what Peter meant. He knew there wouldn't be an acceptable answer, so he did all he could. He waited.
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I receive not glory from men. But I know you, that ye have not the love of God in yourselves. I am come in my Father's name, and ye receive me not: if another shall come in his own name, him ye will receive.
Humanity's Testament, John's Gospel 7:4
John didn't have to wait long. Within three hours of their arrival, a technician came running into the holding area where he and Peter were seated.
"A ship has been spotted heading here from Jupiter," the tech said.
"Him, I presume?" John asked, looking at Peter.
"Who else?"
Another hour and John receiv